Delving into my past, I discussed how when I was younger, I was so anti-establishment.

One of my greatest fears while in college was heading into the "real" world with a set routine.

Therefore, I avoided it as much as possible. On purpose.

I was going to enter my adult life with no possibility of having a routine.

Yet, here I am, several years later, and I -- like most people -- have a daily routine.

And if I fall off that routine, it nearly ruins the day.

Here's a daily checklist of things that go on for me:

6 a.m. -- Wake up,

6:05 a.m. -- Take the dog out,

6:15 a.m. -- Make a pot of coffee,

6:17 a.m. -- Head to the shower,

6:30 a.m. -- Get a cup of coffee (the day really begins),

6:32 a.m. -- Battle with dog as she is in vampire mode, biting at my heels and pants,

6:45 a.m. -- Finally turn on television to check updates on news,

7:15 a.m. -- Head to work,

7:30 a.m. -- The day begins.

It's the pants issue with the dog that has become routine that is bothering me at the moment.

Recently, I noticed puncture holes in some of my pants. Good grief.

Perhaps a whole new wardrobe is in the cards? Doubtful.

Maybe I should get a muzzle. Probably won't be allowed.

Nah, I think I'll just put small corks on the end of her teeth. Also, probably won't be allowed.

I guess I'll just have to keep a better eye on her throughout the morning. And a better eye on my pants.